Bodldops

One would think that hearing a very distinct, clearly audible, reasonably loud and rapidly approaching sound of any kind would make any reasonable mammal turn to look at the direction of the sound, just purely by instinct?? If a deer heard something nearby go DING DING DING DING DING DING at its general direction, it would at least look up to see whether the source of the sound is a threat or not? Just a quick "is that something I need to be concerned about?" type of glance.

Please.

Please.

>look inside

In the sunfish’s defense!!!!!

Well... Yes and no.

The last time Ryland Grace was CONSCIOUS of any human touch was when he was knocked out. Absolutely true.

But the last human contact he would have had was Yao and Ilyukhina. Who were told that he was scared about panicking during launch and asked to be sedated. Who did all the pre flight checks before the Hail Mary launched. Who would have carefully, gently carried Grace to his bed in the dormitory, made sure he was secure, and initiated his coma procedure.

There would have been love there. Remember Ilyukhina throwing her hands high and saying "welcome to crew!" Remember Yao saying how he hoped Grace would say yes. Remember how much the crew trusted Grace, Stratt's First Officer, the guy who helped them so much, and was so kind to them, and was the one who they entrusted their preferred methods of suicide to. Who thought they were wonderful and brave.

They would have tucked him in. Maybe brushed his hair out of his face. Maybe said something kind to him before initiating their own coma procedures.

It had a recipe for the BEST damn lemon loaf I've ever had.

well, one night a friend and i decided to jump in without bothering to check the water first. it was late, nobody else was around, and we figured it'd be fine.

it was not fine.

we hit the water and immediately realized we'd landed in what i can only describe as tadpole soup. i am not exaggerating when i say it felt like swimming through boba tea that was 70% pearls. every stroke meant hundreds of tiny, squishy little bodies slipping between my fingers.

I did not work at an open intake shelter. I worked at a very well funded limited-intake shelter.

But i am a huge supporter of open intake shelters and their staff. They do extremely vital and often heartbreaking work while getting shit on by lots of people. I will defend them and what they do to my dog breath.

I don't know often animals have to be euthanized for space. It's going to vary based on time of year, shelter size, funding, foster programs, etc.

We tried so, so hard to get every pet out alive that we could.

But there'd be days, very frequent days during the summer, where we'd literally take in more pets during a day than we had cages in the entire shelter. Some pets would leave every day, of course - adoptions, some taken by rescue groups, some taken by 'no-kill' shelters looking to fill their spots with cute, adoptable pets.

But then there were the rest.

The ones that were too old, too shy, to sick, too angry. The ones that for one reason or other never caught anyone's eye. Then what do you do? There's one kennel, and two pets. One just got there. The other has been there for weeks. Both are super sweet, super cute - there's nothing wrong with either, they just don't have a home.

A lot of shelter staff ended up with multiple pets because of this. But even then. There were so many pets.